Original subtitles

Buenos dias.

MAN : Do you need help?

Is she here?

-Do you need to see her? -Yes, I do.

Go this way, please.

Gracias, señor.

Good to see you.

I have a gift.

May I?

The beings gave me a vision last night.

Knocked me unconscious.

I woke up on my bedroom floor,

and my eyes were like this.

What did you see?

Much of the same.

Eruptions of violence.

Death.

But this time...

there was a woman at the center of it.

Do you know who?

I've asked the beings for help.

For guidance.

But they've gone silent.

We need to figure out what they want you to see.

I just want my eyes back.

Tell me what you see.

Hmm. Hmm?

Okay.

Leads to a desert.

What time of day is it?

I don't know.

I can't see the sun.

I can't see the moon.

The woman in your vision...

can you see her?

Yes.

What is she doing?

Walking on the hot sand.

She's naked.

Death follows behind her.

She is a seed of destruction.

Can you see where she's headed?

Yes.

Where?

Towards me.

Are you scared.

No.

Good.

Come back to me.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Can you hear the beings again?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Yes.

Thank you.

Now we wait.

-Gracias, señor. -De nada.

So now we wait...

...until she finds me.

Hi, boy.

Hi, Mom.

How was school?

It was okay.

Here, baby.

This is a lot of cash.

If you keep this up...

there may be a big reward for you.

How big?

What do you think of my new dress?

Do you like it?

It looks good.

What's wrong?

Say, "Maybe you need a glass of milk."

Maybe Mommy should get you a nice glass of milk.

That would be great.

What is it, my son?

You just look so beautiful, Mommy.

Do I?

Yes.

Do you think I look like you?

Honey...

Of course you do.

Come with me.

Do you think about me?

She'd give me cat eyes.

And then she'd do it to herself.

Before she'd suck me off.

Okay.

Keep talking.

Do you fantasize about me?

We look like twins.

Are you ready for tomorrow?

Yeah.

I wonder what they're going to think of you.

What do you mean?

You're not Magdalena's son anymore.

Or Miguel's cousin.

Who are you?

I'm Jesus Rojas, king of kings.

I'm going to be their father

and their mother from now on.

I'm going to seduce them.

And command them.

Force my will on them.

I'm going to carve my name into history books.

No one will ever give you power.

You always have to take it.

♪ If I had one wish ♪

♪ It would be this ♪

♪ To turn back the years ♪

♪ To moments like this ♪

♪ Elvis and Marilyn ♪

♪ Were the king and queen ♪

♪ Who could forget ♪

♪ That rebel James Dean? ♪

♪ Oh, how I wish ♪

♪ We could turn back the years ♪

♪ To moments like this ♪

♪ Frankie and Fabian ♪

♪ Chasin' sweet Annette ♪

♪ What about Cookie? ♪

♪ Seven seven Sunset Strip ♪

♪ Oh, how I wish ♪

♪ We could turn back the years ♪

♪ To moments like this ♪

♪ Mr. Dick Clark ♪

♪ They won our hearts ♪

♪ With Bandstand every Saturday ♪

♪ And still today ♪

♪ Just like yesterday ♪

♪ Bandstand is still ♪

♪ Number one ♪

♪ Elvis and Marilyn ♪

♪ Were the king and queen ♪

♪ Who can forget ♪

♪ That rebel James Dean? ♪

♪ Oh, how I wish ♪

♪ We could turn back ♪

♪ The years ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Like this ♪

Sit down, boys.

I don't speak Mexican.

I'm from Memphis.

Just sit down.

They say they aren't Mexican but they're darker than me.

Idiots.

They're going to play a song I composed.

It's called...

"Kneel Before Me, I Am Your Leader."

You're going to love it.

What's it called?

"Kneel Before Me,

I Am Your Leader."

Moron.

I want to thank Pepe and Paco...

...for bringing the beautiful music they played at the funeral.

Thanks, guys.

It's an honor to have 'em here.

To help pay tribute to our fallen friends...

...who died in an unfortunate territorial dispute.

When the Arab and Jew gangs try to make deals with you...

...don't do it.

They're all a bunch of terrorists.

Never works out.

You can't trust them.

Okay?

Look what happened to two of our cousins.

They didn't listen.

Now we have to take donations to cover their expenses.

Medical,

funeral expenses.

1500.

Pass it around. Don't be cheap, eh?

Okay. Any questions?

To item 12.

Okay. This is important, okay?

So listen to me. Listen to my words.

We're putting a moratorium on torture for a while.

You want to send a message,

you make people disappear for now.

Okay?

We clear?

We clear. Okay.

Item 13.

Taco vendors.

What's wrong?

We're not making as much money as we should be.

Those fucking white-boy hipster taco trucks

are taking all our business.

That's my fucking point.

White boys think they can sell our cuisine without giving us a cut?

Fuck no.

I say we double their tax.

How much are the Mexicans paying?

-Fifty. -Fifty.

Okay, so those white boys pay a hundred.

Done. Moving on.

Okay, cool, but, um...

also, uh...

I have an idea.

What?

I say that we get out of all that vendor business.

Get out?

Are you crazy, you moron?

That's our heritage.

I'm not saying we stop taking their money.

What I am saying...

is that we move on

to much bigger and better things.

Like what?

Cartel TV.

No, man, I'm serious.

The fuckin' NRA has their own TV. Why not us?

Cartel TV.

There's a lot of money to be made.

We tell our own stories,

like it really is.

And all the killings,

they're real.

You're a moron.

Man, you don't know shit.

25,000 new followers

just last week

for that killing.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

25,000 for one killing?

That's what I'm fucking talking about.

There is money to be made there.

But!

But...

we have to control our own content.

It may be a good idea.

We'll put it on the agenda

for the next meeting, okay?

I should point out, okay,

I obviously took some acting classes.

So I could be the star of that shit.

-This could work.

Who're you laughing at, idiot?

Okay, last item.

Can I ask...

...what's happening with our women?

What's happening with our women?

MAN : We had another attack at one of our places,

so some of the girls ran off.

No, it's not just that.

They're saying it's a woman who did it.

And there's a song about her.

What song?

It says she's The High Priestess of Death...

...come back to life.

That's what they call her.

This is superstitious nonsense, hombre--

Just peasant fairy tales from the border.

Maybe so...

...but people are scared.

We should find her...

...and make an example of her.

Because the Casita is losing money.

ALFONSO : Okay, mira, I get that some women are missing.

That's a problem.

But let's not make a big deal out of it, okay?

Okay.

WOMAN : My mother once met The High Priestess of Death.

She came to take my grandfather to the other world.

It was a long time ago.

Back when he rode with Pancho Villa in the war.

My mother always said...

...that The Priestess...

...was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The face of an angel.

With cold eyes.

Judging everyone she looked at.

And when she comes...

...the apocalypse follows.

Okay, mira, yeah, enough.

Okay?

You see the shit I gotta deal with, boss?

This is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna find her.

You're gonna feed her to her family.

And you're gonna put her head on a spike for everyone to see.

From now on, everyone that gets in my way will be exterminated.

About those white-boy taco vendors...

Don't double tax them.

Rape one of their sisters. They'll fall in line.

I don't want any moratoriums on torture.

I wanna see more.

More violence.

More rape.

It's open season on Jews and Arabs.

Let the word out.

Thousand dollars per head.

Two thousand dollars if you film it.

I'm gonna turn this whole city into a theme park of pain.

Mira, jefe.

With all due respect,

pero that affects a lot of us here.

It's time to kill everyone.

All this soft talk about compromising on this

or taking a piece of that,

acting classes,

TV shows.

You all sound like Americans.

You're still thinking you're the center of the universe.

But you have no vision.

No aspirations, no real goals.

You are not American.

You are Mexican.

I am Mexican.

All of me.

I was made of the blood and the dirt

of this country.

Therefore, I am this country.

And Mexico is the real world,

the free world,

the future of civilization.

I have lived under this sun

since the world was born,

and I will be here when the last star falls from the sky.

We were here before they came.

And I will be here when America is nothing but a place of ruins.

That's where I'm leading you.

To a time where you will weigh your money instead of count it.

To a time where I will rule,

when all men will bow to us.

To a time where I will be a god.

MAN: We say that God made the heavens and the earth,

that he grew Adam in the garden and plucked from him his rib

with which he made Eve.

And from their union came all mankind.

We say that God made all the animals

and oceans and mountains

and the storms.

This all is as God made it.

So why then do we put laws on ourselves

to deny what God put inside of us?

For man, too, is an animal in the eyes of God.

Why is it called God's will

when I look upon my enemies with hate?

Is the violence I feel in my soul

not put there by God?

For why then do I feel it?

Just as I feel charity and love for my friends,

it's only natural that I feel their

opposite for my enemies.

Are not our primal instincts

what allowed mankind to survive?

Is our existence from the dawn of time

not the result of man preying on man?

Is our history not written in blood?

I say we are as God made us.

Do not love your enemies.

No. It is God's will

that you bring them violence to smite them.

This is God's law, to drive your enemies into the sea

and sow the earth with their blood

and tears.

Whoever they are,

however they have wronged you,

you must return their every blow with ten.

You must take both eyes when they take one of yours,

for self-preservation is the highest law of all.

Mother?

Mother?

Mom?

DIANA: What's wrong?

I want to go hunting.

Soon.

There's targets lining up.

I want mayhem.

I want to kill as many as I can.

That is what we're doing, Viggo.

No.

I mean right now.

What happened?

My mother died.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

There's a trailer park...

not too far from here.

It's an entire city...

full of rapists,

pedophiles.

I'll burn it to the ground.

I know you will.

I'm just not sure

that it's the best idea.

Why not?

Because you may not come back.

I'll bring Martin with me.

I don't think we'll be seeing him again.

He's gone.

That's all they're telling me.

Viggo.

Please be careful.

And yes.

Scorch it from the earth.

Can I get you anything else?

What kind of pie do you have?

Just apple.

No.

Well, we have a cherry too.

But I was gonna take it home with me.

I'm seeing my grandmother tomorrow.

Like Little Red Riding Hood.

Over the river and through the woods.

You know, in the early tellings of that story,

the wolf doesn't eat Red Riding Hood.

No?

Would you like to hear?

Sure.

Sit.

No, it's almost the same story.

The wolf kills the grandmother.

Lures Red Riding Hood in.

Eats her lunch.

But then he makes her take off her clothes...

piece by piece...

until she's standing naked in front of him.

"Grandma's so cold," he says.

"Come into my bed."

"Let me get warm."

So she climbs into her grandmother's bed...

and the wolf rapes her.

And when he's done...

he tells her to get dressed again,

to come back the next day,

so he can rape her again.

Would you like to know what she does?

Well, in real life,

Red Riding Hood is a woodsman,

an excellent hunter.

So when she does come back,

she's prepared this time...

and she guts the wolf from tail to tongue

and watches him burn in the flames.

Damn.

I'll take the apple.

You can have the cherry.

Thank you.

Are you still waiting for someone?

Yes.

Make it two slices.

Do you like apple pie?

Yes.

Mmm.

Is it good?

Delicious.

We're going to be meeting someone new.

Who?

I don't know her name.

But she's coming.